Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Murong Yunhe's rude behavior made Song Yang, who had been silent until now, look instantly gloomy.

He was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhou Yiqiao's eyes. He could only hold back his anger and followed Zhou Yiqiao to sit down.

"It was only the first time that Zhou and fellow Taoist Murong met. I really can't think of anything to communicate with."

Zhou Yiqiao still maintained a kind face.

Murong Yunhe filled a cup of spiritual wine by himself, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is wrong. Since we are all contestants participating in this massacre feast, we naturally want to get close to each other. Maybe we will join hands with each other to defeat the powerful enemy."

Murong Yunhe had a faint smile on his lips, as if he was confident about this matter.

"Oh? Really?"

"I wonder who you plan to join forces with me to deal with together?"

The two people were conspiring loudly like no one else was watching, which immediately set the fellow monks in the restaurant on fire who also participated in the massacre feast.

Although these people were wary of the strength of Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe, since they dared to save their lives to participate in this ten-death massacre feast, they were obviously not easy people to deal with.

At this moment, hearing the arrogant exchange between the two, a bold person immediately stood up and asked.

"You two, do you think you don't take us seriously? Who do you want to cooperate with? Let us discuss it with you."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately echoed.

"Yes, if you need any help from me, just ask."

"That's right, I see that neither of you have even grown your hair, so you might need some help from adults like us!"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Facing the accusations from everyone, Murong Yunhe smiled indifferently and chanted a Taoist slogan in a low voice.

No one knew why, except Qi Lie, who had been standing behind Murong Yunhe, as if he had been used to it for a long time, he retreated suddenly and jumped out of the restaurant.

In an instant, Zhou Yiqiao felt like he had fallen into a boundless hell in an instant. There was thick darkness and coldness in all directions.

This darkness is mixed with extremely evil thoughts, as if thousands of resentful souls are entangled, making people feel extremely uncomfortable and almost want to vomit blood!

What's even more frightening is that this darkness contains huge coercion, like the pressure of a mountain, suppressing everyone's mind, so that only the monks who are able to withstand this pain are unable to use any means to resist Murong. Yunhe's attack.

Fortunately, Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual consciousness is naturally powerful, and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner has a natural suppressive effect on evil spirits. Zhou Yiqiao only lost his mind for a moment and quickly recovered.

But at this moment, the people who had previously spoken out against him and Murong Yunhe were already bleeding from their orifices, fell to the ground, and died miserably.

Zhou Yiqiao only saw that the originally quiet darkness suddenly erupted into a ferocious aura, turning into a ferocious dragon, biting and devouring the remains of those people crazily.

Only Zhou Yiqiao could see these people being devoured.

When everyone woke up, there were no traces of the corpses of the shouting people.

"How...how could this happen!?"

"Just...what happened just now?"

The monks were so frightened that they hid far away.

Murong Yunhe ignored everyone's surprised expressions, slowly picked up the jade cup in his hand, and shook it gently at Zhou Yiqiao and the others.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please."

Murong Yunhe behaved calmly and spoke gently, and Qi Lie didn't know when he returned to the group of people.

The two of them looked calm and relaxed, and they couldn't see even the slightest bit of the ferocious aura of Murong Yunhe who had killed someone just now.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Murong Yunhe was definitely not as harmless as he acted!

"Fellow Taoist Murong also invites you."

Zhou Yiqiao was polite, picked up the jade cup on the table, toasted to him from a distance, and then drank it.

After drinking, Zhou Yiqiao put down the empty cup and looked up at Murong Yunhe.

"Fellow Taoist Murong, if you have anything to say, speak directly."

"Friend Daoist Zhou is so happy!"

Murong Yunhe flicked his fly whisk and showed a knowing smile.

“I like Zhou Daoyou’s character!”

"The main reason why I am so anxious to meet with Fellow Daoist Zhou is because I want to use something from Fellow Daoist Zhou to help me break through the bottleneck."

"I wonder if you, Daoyou Zhou, are willing to give up your love?"

"You tell me, let me listen."

"Okay, feel free!"

Murong Yunhe said, looking directly at Zhou Yiqiao, as if there was a poisonous snake lurking in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, can you give me your life to help me break through the bottleneck?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhou Yiqiao, but also Song Yang next to him, and even all the monks in the entire restaurant were stunned, suspecting that they had misheard Murong Yunhe's request.

After a long time, it was Zhou Yiqiao who looked up to the sky and laughed, taking the lead in breaking the strange calm in the restaurant.

"Hahaha, fellow Taoist Murong is so funny and humorous that Zhou cannot catch his attention. I admire him! I admire him!"

Zhou Yiqiao laughed, then stopped, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Fellow Taoist Murong, are you sure you are serious?"

"I confirm that since I passed by this place, I have been clearly attracted to Fellow Daoist Zhou. If Fellow Daoist Zhou agrees to dedicate his life to me, I will definitely give Fellow Daoist Zhou a happy life!"

Murong Yunhe didn't feel anything wrong at all, as if taking Zhou Yiqiao's life was his own charity.

Zhou Yiqiao suddenly laughed after hearing this.

"Since Fellow Taoist Murong invites Zhou so enthusiastically, how can he refuse? Zhou's life is here, Fellow Daoist Murong please invite me."

While speaking, Zhou Yiqiao slowly stretched out his left hand and spread his palm upward.

In an instant, Han Po flashed out of thin air, emitting bursts of cold light in his palm.

Above the cold spirit, a majestic sword intent rose into the sky, filling the entire restaurant in an instant and making Murong Yunhe's heart tremble.

The two men's power collided together, causing countless spiritual energy fluctuations. In the restaurant, countless monks were sent flying out.

"Murong Yunhe, don't bully others too much! Do you really think that our Nether Demon Sect has no one!?"

Now that things have come to a point, Song Yang can no longer hold back. The tyrannical aura of the God Transformation realm rises into the sky, dissipating the pressure of Zhou Yiqiao and the two of them, preventing further conflicts between the two, and at the same time glares at Murong Yunhe.

Murong Yunhe was forced back by Song Yang's power of becoming a god. He stared at Song Yang with squinted eyes for a long time, as if he wanted to remember Song Yang's appearance completely in his heart.

For a long while, he still maintained a kind smile and nodded towards Zhou Yiqiao.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhou is unwilling to hand over his life now, let's see the truth during the massacre feast."

"It's just that I won't be so easy to talk to when the time comes. I hope fellow Daoist Zhou won't blame me!"

With that said, Murong Yunhe waved his fly whisk lightly and turned to leave. Qi Lie, who had been silent behind him, also glared at Zhou Yiqiao before following Murong Yunhe out of the restaurant.